Stitched and ScarredFeel free to search through my past

2003-10-29Pretend
2003-10-29New
2003-10-27Hands Down
2003-10-27My Thoughts On Myself
2003-10-27A Faded Friendship
2003-10-27The Fight
2003-10-27Please
2003-10-26The Mist of My Thoughts
2003-10-26Without You
2003-10-26Finally...updat-ation
2003-10-26Mortality
2003-10-24My Body
2003-10-24Denny's Biatch
2003-10-22Living Corp.se
2003-10-22Thin?
2003-10-22A Short Story
2003-10-22In This Diary
2003-10-22A Month Already
2003-10-15Missing Ian...
2003-10-13Lizzie Makes Me Happy
2003-10-12Stupid Survey
2003-10-12Starbucks and Chili's
2003-10-11Ian..I miss him
2003-10-11Ian's Song
2003-10-11Old Poem
2003-10-11Ian and Marini...I think
2003-10-11Dea.th is near
2003-10-11Fading Inside
2003-10-11MARINI IS AWESOME
2003-10-09Twisted
2003-10-09Mary
2003-10-09Masochists Lament
2003-10-06Ian Left
2003-10-05Sunshine..Kinda
2003-10-05Puppet?
2003-10-02What its could be like
2003-10-01Anthem of Heartbroken
2003-10-01Marini is Awesome, and Today

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Love,
Roxie


Love sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

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I would weep, but my tears have been stolen. I would shout but my voice has been taken. Thus I write.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

There have been
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Our lives are twisted and conformed into meager phrases, but even with the greatest of words we can never truly know ourselves.